A Poem Written for Rush Limbaugh, by Mark F. Stone

Destined for the Mount Rushmore of Radio

Triumphal times are on the way,
America’s Anchor Man.
We Dittoheads will toast the day
when all is Right again.

You cover what they won’t discuss.
Your devotion to truth is supreme.
You work so every one of us
can live the American dream.

Our loyalty, we freely pledge.
There is no substitution.
We must be on the cutting edge
of societal evolution.

With half your brain behind your back,
just to make it fair,
you counter every crass attack
from the Attila the Hun Chair.

Two phrases, since your fame unfurled,
adorn your introduction:
A Household Name Around the World,
A Weapon of Mass Instruction.

I call on everyone who cares
for you, here and abroad,
to pray, since thirty million prayers
may touch the hand of God.

Your upswing’s coming down the pike.
We’ll revel when we see
you firmly ensconced behind the mic.
That’s the way things ought to be.

[June 7, 2020]

Mark F. Stone grew up near Seattle, Washington. After graduating from Brandeis University and Stanford Law School, he worked as an attorney for the United States Air Force for 33 years (as an active duty Air Force JAG attorney, as a Reservist, and as a civilian attorney).  He is a retired Lieutenant Colonel.  He began writing poems in 2005, as a way to woo his bride-to-be into wedlock.  He tied for third place in SCP’s Best Poems of 2019 contest. He has had poems published at SCP and at Light. He is retired and lives in Ohio.